Archive-name: Samesex/fantman.txt
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Archive-title: Fantasy Man


Jon came by the office today.  He came in, shutting the door, checking that
it was locked.  He was wearing his snugly filled jeans and a short loose
exercise shirt that exposed his hard but smooth belly.  In profile his long
legs rose into the gentle curve of his appled ass. He told me that he had a
problem, that he was in love with me.  He asked me to get up and come to
him.  We held each other.  Running my hand around him and up under his
shirt I felt the strength in his back.  He pressed his crotch into mine. 
We grew hard together.  I felt the smooth warmth of his face.  I looked
into his spirited eyes.  He smiled. Our lips touched.  I lightly licked his
lips.  His tongue slipped into my throat;  my hand down his back and into
his pants.  I caressed his ass, sliding my fingers deep into his cleft.  He
pushed my head down to his waist, pulling me into his softness and hardness
.   Spreading his legs slightly he pressed down into my face.  I smelled
the mustiness, licked his moistness.  Gently I unzipped his fly, pushing my
nose and mouth into his wine , pulling him to me as my hands cupped his
marvelous ass.  I licked his cock through his silk, it grew at my touch.  I
pulled his briefs down below his balls.  He pushed my head back, pressed
his cock against my lips, and forced it deep into my throat.  I gripped it
with my throat, milking it, yearning to suck his come deep inside of me.  I
loved him so. 

The plan was for Jon to move in with me.  We went shopping together
planning out some of the clothes he would need.  First there was the
underwear, thongs, briefs, cock socks.  I wanted something that would show
him at his delicious best.  I made plans with a jeweler for a special
silver ring, about the width of a thumb.  Under his pants it would lift his
balls and push his cock up and out, a ready invitation for a gentle cupping
squeeze or a long thirst satisfying suck.  But there would have to be a
special ceremony for presenting him with this treasure.  Then there were
the jeans and the shorts of all sorts.  One of my favorites was a pair made
with soft grey cuordoroy.  There would be harder looks, but this number was
perfect for giving the sense of a kind of soft dusky strength to Jon's
wonderful legs and strong ass.  I recall snuggling up into his ass, tracing
his soft  and smooth  but strong thigh with my hand.  Heaven!  He would
press his ass down into my face and I would worship, finally pulling down
the veil covering this holy element, communing on his creamy warm bread.  I
would divide it carefully and lick the length of the buttery channel,
stopping briefly to give special devotion to his immaculate wet hole. 
Meanwhile he would masturbate into a silver altar goblet, turn and tip it
into my open mouth.  Somehow his cum was transubstantiated in my mouth,
into a nourishing milk that made me feel at once one with him and yet
subject to his kind but mighty power.  Holy! Holy! Holy!  Jesus what a god!
 Holy to his glorious fuck stick!  Fuck holy, fuck holy, fuck holy to his
omnipotent ass.  It opens to receive me, to make a dwelling for me.  Fuck
holy, fuck holy, fuck holy.  Blessed be the name of my love, Jon!

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